"It's a little sore, but I'll be fine in a while. It's too much to go to the infirmary for this." Marilyn waved her hands and looked at her watch.

She added, "It's time for lunch. I need to deliver lunch to Mr. Logan Senior and Junior. Would you wait here for me? I'll come and find you afterward."

Larissa pulled out a chair and motioned for her to sit down.

"You will probably scare them if you deliver lunch looking like this," she teased Marilyn.

Marilyn's face flushed with embarrassment. She covered her cheek with her hand.

"What should I do? I can't just ask them to get their meals themselves, right? You might end up as the only employee of the presidential office, apart from Mr. Logan." She peeked at Larissa through her fingers.

"I'll go deliver their lunch. You stay here and wait. I'll be back soon." Larissa patted her shoulder.

The hotel only delivered lunch at the entrance of the presidential office. Larissa had to pick it up, which meant walking across the entire o